My first real taste for liquor came when I was about 14 years old. I was living in an extremely small town with my mother. The town was named Iroquois after the tribe of Indians who had settled the land many, many years ago. I had lived there for about 4 years when I was younger. It had mainly become a retirement town for old people to die in peace while the youngsters spent all of their time trying to find some way of stirring the pot. In fact the very first time I smoked a joint was in a town just outside of Iroquois with a couple old friends of mine. I never really cared for trying drugs. I was a skateboarder back then and the only time I ever had to dedicate went to throwing my body down flights of stairs and over concrete barriers. Then the day came... I figured why not? It had never harmed any of my friends before and frankly I thought they were always a lot more productive and humorous when they were stoned. They rolled a joint on a fun box outside of my friend’s house.
“I think I’m going to smoke that with you guys.” I replied hesitantly.
“NO WAY! Jaden’s going to smoke weed!” They all chuckled and remarked to themselves. They were way to overly excited about this and frankly it really did not help with my wanting to progress into the circle with them but I thought to myself you only live once right? I had not a clue what the substance was about by any means and I was a little bit nervous. The lighter was flicked. I watched my friends around me all with smiles slapped on their faces. It felt like some sort of initiation into a world I had never known. The joint was passed to the left. My other friend coughed his lungs out making me seize up a little bit more before it was handed to me. I stared at the joint between my finger tips. This was it. I was getting high for the first time in my life. Questions were soaring through my mind. What was going to happen to me? Was I going to hallucinate? Would I overdose? What was this plant going to do to my head? I took a small drag and blew it out quick.
“No man! Take a nice big hit and hold it in or it won’t do anything.” One of my friends instructed.
I put the joint to my mouth. Hauled in as much smoke as my lungs could hold and I held it in. I burst into a fit of coughing but I remember how warm the smoke had felt in my chest. I looked back up at all of my friends who were then patting me on the back and all extremely satisfied of what I had done and then the marijuana took hold. My body was tingling all over. I was seeing the world in a light unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was magic. I was part of something bigger than anything I had ever hoped to believe. The planet had taken hold of my mind and showed me the true nature of itself and myself. I was one with the earth. I had begun to start thinking outside of the box...
I was skateboarding outside one summer day at one of the elementary schools located in the middle of Iroquois. My friend Ryan Smith was with me and we had decided to go back to his place to grab a bite to eat and something to cure the pounding heat outside. We went through his cabinets searching for anything we could find when suddenly Ryan had stumbled upon the liquor cabinet. I had drunk booze before. A few sips of Kaluha here and there but nothing drastic. I was young and these things had never intrigued me before but after my first experience with a new substance I was definitely up for another adventure. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey, then a bottle of vodka, and then another bottle of rye. We drank until we felt as if we were going to vomit. Feeling completely "badass" and rebellious we decided to go back to the school and finish of our skate session. This was before the liquor had begun to fill our bodies. The earth started shaking and my vision blurred as we pushed our way to the school but the entire time I had found a new found strength in what I was doing. Nothing was bringing me down! The rest of the day was a complete haze. I do remember Ryan’s mother pulling up in the parking lot of the school ready to ring our necks for what we had done. This quickly passed. From that day on I had always had some deep seeded love for drinking. As I have matured so has my need for the drink but in any other case Laura would now be ready for conversation...Alone.
We were sitting on the floor of my new bedroom. I remember being more lost in her conversation then the fact that I had found myself in a ridiculously brand new situation. I couldn’t help but look around my room and most of the talk was based around the new apartment until the verbal courage started to spew. She had told me something about having somewhat of a crush on me, meeting Tom and I at a party Brendy had thrown sometime in the previous year. This was my shot! I remember my tongue spitting out something along the lines of how gorgeous she was and realistically that sealed the deal. Next thing I know I was staring at the ceiling making out with the most attractive girl I had seen in a very long time...
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